The rain has not stopped.

The cold wind in the world is biting.

He just knelt in place, not moving, looking at the past through the eyes of countless people, and he is still iron-clad today, without reducing his demeanor back then.

Countless dignitaries and dignitaries have the authority to exist, standing quietly in the rain.

No one dares to stand out from the crowd and hold an umbrella here.

This picture is ordinary and seemingly ordinary, but in the hearts of countless people, it has formed a stormy impact, which is too shocking!

Wherever I Ning Xuanyuan is, what I do, you will follow.

If I don't like something, I must not show up.

For example, I don't like it when you wear fancy clothes to attend the funeral of the deceased, that ...... Take it off, roll it, or kill it!

Nothing more!

For about half an hour, he still knelt there, like a solidified sculpture, except for the dripping rain in the middle, and the birds were silent.

This funeral.

From the beginning of the preparation, there was a demonic wind, and some people said that once the son of heaven and a courtier, since he had passed away, the interior should also be cleaned.

Some people come here with the mentality of watching jokes.

And more people will focus on him, not only to determine whether he is dead or not, but also to determine his strength or influence in the present place.

It's a pity.

Ning Xuanyuan's superlative dominance in some areas is beyond human imagination, and the situation on the scene at this moment basically confirms the facts.

Many powerful people, although they have complaints, but they really want to stand up for tat, and the ending is probably similar to Hua Yunkong.

"Click!"

The black door closed violently.

It is like a black curtain, completely separating the people outside the courtyard from the people with extraordinary identities in the courtyard, followed by the sound of the humming of blades.

It's not big, but it's never gone.

At this moment, it was like a shift in time and space, making many powerful people feel like they were on the battlefield, and the picture of opening their eyes and witnessing the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword flashed from near and near one by one.

Ning Xuanyuan finally got up.

After simply tidying up his clothes, he took a steady step and went to comfort the family of the deceased.

Zhao Gongxin has two sons and a daughter under his name, although he inherited the wisdom of his father, he is extremely indifferent to power and fame, and now he is only an ordinary employee.

After that, there are the grandchildren.

The youngest was now only fifteen years old, and his young childishness had not yet taken off, and his slightly thin body stood behind his father, his lips white, and he was silent.

Probably encountered irresistible factors, the family, all of them looked introverted, as if they had hardships buried in their hearts, and they didn't dare to say it, but they only promised, which was distressing.

Ning Xuanyuan can actually understand.

As the saying goes, people go to tea and cool, and besides, you are the one who is in power, and those who did not agree with politics during their lifetime, there are still some.

Zhao Gongxin's death, the family members left behind, if they are not a little stronger, the people at the upper level do not speak out and do not advocate, and the dogs who follow behind will always feel that it is not happy to find the whole family surnamed Zhao, which will make the master physically and mentally happy.

"Thank you Ning Shuai for coming to the capital in person to condolence my father. ”

Zhao Gongxin's eldest son bent down and thanked him earnestly.

Ning Xuanyuan helped the other party up, "It should be." ”

Then, he set his eyes on Zhao Gongxin's youngest grandson, spread out his hand, and pressed the latter's shoulder, "Grow up quickly and protect your family in the future." ”

It's like back then.

He is always alone, leaning on the haystack bathed in the stars, holding the straw in his mouth, cheering himself up, growing up quickly, and then he has the ability to protect his father, mother, and sister!

The young man raised his childish face and stared at Ning Xuanyuan in a daze, "Uncle, I remember." ”

Probably because he wanted to speak and stopped, the young man was in a trance, and moved his eyes to a certain old man outside the courtyard who pretended to be grief-stricken, but he quickly avoided it, his eyes flashed, and his heart was restless.

"You're still young after all, and there are some things that it's best not to look at. Ning Xuanyuan said abruptly.

The boy was surprised, "Then what should I do?" ”

The young man's father clung to his child, and the rest of the family members surnamed Zhao were almost stunned at the same time, probably guessing something, and hurriedly retreated a few steps.

"Close your eyes. ”

Ning Xuanyuan turned around abruptly, picked up the war knife hanging on his waist with one hand, and the blade followed the oncoming drizzle, cutting out a sharp white line.

The old man, who had been hurriedly glanced at by Zhao Gongxin's grandson before, stared at him suddenly, as if he had a premonition of a hint of threat, so he took the initiative to open his mouth while retreating, "Ning Xuanyuan, what are you going to do?"

His real name is Han Liu, who is about to maximize his power, and may even take over Zhao Gongxin's position, he is obviously in a high position and has been in power for many years, so he is not surprised.

However, at this moment, Han Liu was in a panic.

Ning Xuanyuan stretched out his hand to wipe away the splash of the blade, his steps were like entering a no-man's land, and he immediately pressed against Han Liu's eyebrows, "What do you guess I'm going to do?"

Han Liu, "......"

Crowd, "......"

This Han Lao, but the existence of the first person in charge of power, Ning Xuanyuan actually pressed the knife on his eyebrows in a big way, and his hand was not soft at all, and the blood stains escaped.

"The position has not yet been secured, so it is not happy to be in such a hurry to find the family of the deceased?"

Ning Xuanyuan sneered, he has been used to going straight all these years, and the head of the royal family doesn't pay attention to it, let alone the so-called ruler like Han Liu?

Han Liu was like a fish in his throat, feeling that his face had been greatly humiliated.

After a long time, he pretended to be steady and said, "Ning Xuanyuan, the identity of the old man is here, you dare to touch me today, don't expect to walk out completely." ”

"Ning Shuai has a good saying, don't look at what you shouldn't see. ”

The voice of the backer king Yang Ye suddenly sounded, indifferent, playful, and even with an undoubted momentum, which made countless people at the scene drop their jaws.

It is rumored that Ning Xuanyuan and Yang Ye have always been at odds, so the handsome does not see the king, and the king does not respect the handsome.

On the same day, Ning Xuanyuan's handsome gift was the only time they met each other, and it was even rumored that Yang Ye refused to attend because of illness.

Right now......

"After all, a country cannot be left without a leader for a day. ”

Ning Xuanyuan's words were slow and logical, "There are some things, I can choose to turn a blind eye, but not today, you can choose another one." ”

Crowd, "......"

Han Liu, "......"

Pick another one?

What is this called?

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Ning Xuanyuan stabbed over and chopped Han Liu on the spot, this old guy didn't struggle much, he fell straight and fell, like a collapsed tree.

Yuan Shu stepped forward and handed over a clean handkerchief.

Ning Xuanyuan carefully wiped the blood stains of Yin Hong on the battle knife, leaving the last sentence, "During this time, Ning Mou should be traveling all over the world, if one day, someone will be a demon, I will come back!"

Drizzle.

Fluttering in the wind.

The outside world didn't know what happened that day, but he heard that he left again.

By the way, the national capital held another funeral that could be shrouded, but no one dared to organize it with great fanfare, the deceased Han Liu!